#yogaindc

[pynelikeswine]

Be adventurous and come to the #NationalMall for a free #popupyoga class! First come. 50 spots. #yogalife #yogaindc https://www.eventbrite.com/e/yoga-on-the-national-mall-tickets-47220121655?ref=eios&aff=eios (at Washington, District of Columbia)

[itothesea]

Writing home, writing back

In a classic twist of fate, I am no longer the girl people write about. Letters, in lieu of poems and stories. Not sure if and how I like this better.

I wrote to my best friend (outside of this circle, we know there’s only one) the other day, just asking him to check in with me about books he’s reading, anger issues (at work), rain & other forms of water, and his overall state.

In my experience, it has always been easier doing the leaving. How is it that I am less “all right” than the one/s I left back home? This is such a precarious situation, leaving half my heart in San Francisco Manila.

In one of the studios I go to here in DC, the pose of the month is upward bow (urdhva dhanurasana). It has always been a favorite of mine but I suppose it serves me best at these times, when my impulse is to cross my arms over my chest in a painful attempt to hold on to a singular sense of self, particularly the one I left in Manila (runon sentence, hello).

In another studio, a teacher told me/us, “You are not your body. It is just your mind telling you that this is what you are.” Similarly, it is just my mind holding on to where I think I should be in order to be happy. “Happiness” is finding that space to be where you are, and being okay with leaving, being left, and constantly finding and being found.

PS—Truthfully, this entry started out with the sole intention of posting this photo of Sticky Fingers bakery, where vegan eats are phenom.

-K